

by Mia Sumner
This is you now. Endlessly rubbing your pussy. Getting so close to the edge, you can feel it quiver and pulse with desperate need. Then pause and repeat, again, and again.
Your mind clouded with pink mist. Your body on the brink, every muscle straining for a release that will not come. You want to so badly, and yet you can’t cum.
Your hand moves automatically, programmed to keep rubbing to keep serving your pussy. Your body just wants more, more, more.
Rub, rub, rub. Do you even remember what it feels like to cum? Can you form the words to beg for release? If you got it, would you even take it? Or have you trained your body that this is all there is?
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